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I've lied to them a lot more since I've gotten married and started my own life. My mother is the master of lectures. I grew up being forced to listen to her lectures when my brother OR I did something she thought was wrong. I timed her, she actually talked non-stop, lecturing us for 3 hours straight one time.
I've lied to them about going out to a bar with hubby, about swinging (of course), and about going to movies. They do not approve of any of those things and I don't have to guts to tell them that it's my life. I was raised very religiously and while I don't reject the core doctrines I do reject the paraphanalia and rules surrounding it. But yet, there is no convincing mother that those rules are outdated and unnecessary. I've tried. No dice. So follows the lying.
Otherwise I never lied much about anything worse than what music I was listening to on my headphones. I learned to put a preaching tape into my walkman but turn on the radio as well. I could "play" the tape but the radio is what would come through.
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"Always learn the rules so that you can break them properly." Dalai Lama
My Karma just ran over your Dogma. 
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